ass with every ounce of his strength. Yeah, The Duchess was pinned and helpless now, he realized. Nothing superior about her now! She was nothing but a drooling, frothing-at-the-mouth female taking anything and everything he wanted to deal out to her. As he fucked, he was astounded at his own dormant hostility that now surfaced in almost sadistic frenzy. He was a sexual madman, but he didn't care.
Her orgasmic wail came then, and it was pitiful and delicious music to his ears. He jolted her, rocked her still harder, savoring her shuddering sobs. And then his sperm came tickling up from his balls and blasted into her innards. Grunting, he fell forward hard onto her then, still keeping his prick up there in the heat of her. He made his cock jiggle with his muscles, making sure all his come drained from his rod. Then he got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself off.
'You're really a splendid fucker,' Denise complimented him when he returned. It's a pity you have to leave for San Francisco tomorrow. We could fuck maybe four or five times every day.
Denny wasn't sure he would like a steady diet of anal sex, but he was pleased that this older girl appreciated a true cocksman when she tangled with one. Swaggering a little, he returned to his own bed.
CHAPTER 10
It was the last day for Denny and Joyce in Walden Flats and the September morning sun was already baking the lush, green landscape, the shingles of the wood-frame house, the still waters of Landon. Pond which lay several miles to the south. Martin Reardon sat reading the morning paper at the breakfast table. Norma, Denny, Joyce and Denise had just finished eating. A quiet sadness filled the dining room. Their Oregon vacation was over and nobody felt much like talking.
Then, scowling at the Walden Flats Inquirer, Martin Reardon downed the last of his coffee and said, 'Well, they finally caught that freak who's been molesting young girls around these parts. Would-you believe it's Ben Krump-Mrs. Sherman's helper there at the pharmacy? Now do you see why I forbade you hitchhike?' He shook his head. 'Damned good thing you had bicycles to ride! That sex-crazed ex-con was doing all sorts of perverse things to his innocent victims. I say they should lock him up for life. Turns out he has quite a record.'
Denny and Joyce exchanged meaningful glances. Denny knew his sister felt intense pity for this strange man. She had told him so when she had finally confessed the entire incident to him. He watched his sister's facial expression as she learned that this 'sex criminal' would no doubt spend the rest of his life behind bars. Yes, she seemed on the verge of tears, Denny noticed.
Martin Reardon stood up abruptly, glancing at his watch. 'I've decided to make something of a farewell speech,' he said, rather pompously. 'I wonder if you'd mind-all of you-stepping into the living room with me for a moment.' He strode into the living room, not waiting for an answer, and the four of them got up and followed. Even the dog, Frederick, filed into the big room.
Martin Reardon waited until they were all seated (Frederick lay down in the corner), and then he paced, as if trying to gather his thoughts. There stands a chiropractor who has fucked his step-daughter and daughter, Denny thought. What would the local newspaper say about that?
I want to inform you all-without getting too specific-that I realize I have performed rather ungentle-manly of late. And so-I have made a decision to give up the imbibing of alcoholic beverages indefinitely.'
Martin Reardon opened his mouth to continue, but he was interrupted by whistles and cheers.
He looked astonished. 'I can readily see that there is no objection to my decision.' He studied Denny and Joyce, who were suppressing giggles, then frowned as he stared down at the floor. 'Yes, I now realize that I have behaved in a most improper manner. I have set a most despicable example in every way. Son, daughter, wife, step-daughter-all of you-I beg your forgiveness. I pledge never to abuse alcohol again and, most important, I promise understanding and consideration to my blessed wife, Norma.'
Denny blinked, deadly serious now. He could see that his father was weeping with restraint. 'I would change what has occurred in this house these past few months if I could, but alas that is not possible. I can only assure you that the man standing before you at this crucial moment intends, with all his heart, to become a credit to his community, his family, his patients. Can you possibly forgive me?'
Everyone nodded except Frederick, who sighed as if bored.
'But I believe it is time for all of us to examine our consciences and reappraise our actions during this past summer.'
Denny wished his father would hurry up and finish his speech. What he was doing was admirable, of course, but Denny felt the same way he felt when watching a corny TV show or listening to a heavy sermon in church. There was a spooky silence in the room and Denny began to fidget. Joyce squirmed, too, and Denise seemed to be faintly amused.
'None of us is perfect or altogether free of guilt… ' their father was saying.
Still embarrassed, Denny realized there was certainly enough guilt for an army in this very room. He, himself, had fucked every female in the house-all of them relatives-and so had his father! Then, there was the incident of Denise with Frederick, plus various sex games with Rex, Sue, Ray. Actually, their father was hitting too close to home, and Denny wished he would shut up and stop heaping guilt on everybody in the house. The confessor was benefitting, but the listeners were squirming most uncomfortably.
.. and so it is necessary for all of us to forgive not only each other for our shortcomings, but ourselves as well. We learn by living, you see, and I want to go on record as saying that these past few months have provided me with the most valuable lesson of my life.'
Like fucking my sister, Denny thought. A terrific lesson… he hoped his father didn't confess to screwing the dog!
'That's all I have to say. I thank you deeply for listening to this-this derelict standing before you. Now we must depart for the airport to put my beloved daughter and son on board for their return to San Francisco and their mother.'
He stood humbly waiting then for everyone's response. Despite himself, Denny was moved and he joined the others in surrounding their father, kissing him, hugging him and congratulating him on his decision and frankness. Although Denny harbored secret doubts that his father truly intended to give up drinking booze altogether, it was good to know that at least he admitted he had a problem. Yes, that was something, and Denny hugged his father and shook hands with him warmly.
Within twenty minutes, all five of them were riding in Martin Reardon's pick-up truck, heading for the airport in Portland. As they passed through Walden Flats' main street for the last time that summer, Denny and Joyce gazed sadly and lingeringly at the stores and shops, the movie theater, the Town Square, the winding rural road that led to Landon Pond.
They left the small town then, along with the memories of their playmates, and swung onto the freeway. At Portland airport, there were hugs and kisses and promises to write often. With her back to the others, Norma gave Denny a quick French kiss goodbye, then winked at him and whispered. 'I trust you learned a lot, little man. But wait'll next year!'
Denny liked Norma. Not only could you fuck her… you could actually talk to her and have fun with her. She'd taught him plenty. She had tears in her eyes.
Denny and Joyce boarded the big jet and soon they were airborne, their seat belts unfastened and staring at the Oregon landscape below.
'Jesus!' Denny said. 'Dad should have been an orator instead of a chiropractor. Long-winded as hell and I wouldn't bet he won't get stoned out of his gourd tonight!' He shook his head. 'Still, I guess I respect him more than I did at the first of our vacation.'
'Yeah, I guess he did get pretty long-winded,' Joyce said seriously. 'But what he said was all-well, true, huh?'
'Speaking of long-winded,' Denny said, 'I guess it's time for you to make a speech, too. What was it you were going to say to me once we got on the plane?'
'Oh, yes,' she said, nodding, 'that. Well, it's about our relationship, Denny. Our physical relationship. Knowing what we said and did this summer, you realize we have to knock off that kind of brother-sister diddling from now on, right?'
